Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Feng Jinnian had a terrible nightmare.

In his dreams, he witnessed his mother's death time and time again. Her face, which always looked at him with a gentle smile, would suddenly become a bloody mess, and he would be frozen in place, unable to move no matter how hard he tried, and could only watch helplessly as she fell into a pool of blood.

The dream was so painful that it not only tormented him mentally but also made his body unable to bear it. Cold sweat poured down his forehead and soaked his back, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He felt as if his soul had been ripped out, like a bystander who could only stand aside and watch the young, powerless boy embrace his blood-soaked mother. The boy was too weak at that time, and even though he knew there was something fishy about his mother's death, he was powerless to do anything but cry out in pain.

A dreamlike, tangled feeling filled Feng Jinnian's entire soul, making him momentarily unable to distinguish who he was, whether he was that little boy, or someone else.

The toxins disturbed his nerves, and the painful memories numbed his soul. Feng Jinnian was as if he were in purgatory, forcibly frozen in painful memories, unable to extricate himself or find peace.

The memories wouldn't stop because of his pain; those recollections were like a monster with a gaping maw, relentlessly attacking him and making him wish he were dead.

The pain gradually accumulated, and just as it was about to reach its peak, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty——"

It was this voice that pulled Feng Jinnian out of his confusion.

He suddenly remembered who he really was, and the pressure on his soul slowly disappeared. He found that he could move again.

But everything around him continued. His mother lay on the ground with blood streaming from her mouth, and the little boy knelt on the ground, calling out "Mother, Mother" repeatedly.

Unlike everything before, a man suddenly entered Feng Jinnian's line of sight. The man could not see Feng Jinnian, but Feng Jinnian could see his every move.

Feng Jinnian recognized the man as the Prince of Zhennan.

More than a decade ago, the Prince of Zhennan was very young. Dressed in magnificent robes, he walked step by step toward his deceased wife and his eldest son, who was crying so hard he was almost breathless, without a trace of expression on his face.

“Mrs. Wu is dead. This is not a place for you.”

A shadow fell over the little boy, and he cried even harder because of his father's cold and heartless voice.

Feng Jinnian saw the impatience on the face of the Prince of Zhennan, and then ordered his men to drag the little boy away without hesitation.

The boy was terrified of leaving his mother. He clung to her clothes and begged his father to have mercy and let him stay with his mother.

The tears of the young child could not evoke any pity from the Prince of Zhennan. To him, this child, who carried half the blood of his first wife, was always a disgrace. Looking at this child reminded him of the days when he depended on the Wu family for support. So he simply coldly repeated his previous instructions.

The guards rushed in and took the boy away. The boy struggled until he finally fainted in the guards' arms and was forcibly taken away.

Feng Jinnian stood there, his blood frozen solid. Because the latter half of his memory was too painful, he had chosen to forget it when he was young. But this time, the Bone-Enhancing Intoxication had stirred up his complete memories.

He had always thought that witnessing his mother's death was painful enough, but he realized that seeing the Prince of Zhennan treat him and his mother with indifference would cause him double the pain.

What do you mean by "this is not a place for you"? Where can a young child go if he can't stay with his mother?

That's right. My mother was already confined to a remote corner at that time, and all her capable servants had been transferred away. Otherwise, how could a princess be poisoned?

Feng Jinnian's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly rushed in front of the Prince of Zhennan, tackled him to the ground, and punched the Prince of Zhennan in the face repeatedly.

With each punch he landed, he would utter a sentence he wanted to say.

"My mother is dead, what right do you have to live?"

"Why are you so cruel to me when we're both your sons?"

"You're the one who ruined my mother, you deserve to die!"

......

Perhaps because of the illusion, the Prince of Zhennan did not struggle, but instead was unilaterally beaten by Feng Jinnian like a puppet.

In the end, the Prince of Zhennan was a bloody mess, his warm blood splattering on Feng Jinnian's face. He released his grip, slowly stood up, and uttered a cold sentence, "You should have died long ago."

It would have been better if he had died twelve years ago, so he wouldn't have to suffer for it later.

Without even glancing at the Prince of Zhennan on the ground, Feng Jinnian turned around without hesitation, squatted down, and picked up his mother, who had already died.

This time, he would not allow anyone to take his mother away, nor would he allow her to be buried in that filthy Zhennan King's tomb, waiting for the day she could be buried with the Zhennan King.

Feng Jinnian buried his mother in the Wu family mausoleum.

"Mother, you shouldn't be sad anymore, right? You're with your family." He knelt before the tombstone, speaking with a smile, but tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

“Your child is also your family. Your child wants to stay by your side and never leave.”

When he said those words, Feng Jinnian really wanted to die. It seemed that he could control everything in the dream. After having this thought, a short knife appeared out of thin air in Feng Jinnian's hand.

Although the blade is short, it is enough to kill a person if it is inserted into the heart.

Feng Jinnian gripped the knife and pressed it against his heart.

He closed his eyes, about to exert force.

"Jin Nian, Jin Nian—"

A familiar female voice rang in Feng Jinnian's ears, this time the woman addressed him differently.

The voice, which clearly did not belong to this illusionary world, made Feng Jinnian stop in his tracks. He looked around but could not find the owner of the voice.

"Your Highness, please wake up."

The woman's voice rang out again.

Countless images suddenly flooded into Feng Jinnian's mind, reminding him that he did not belong to this illusory world. Everything that had just happened was only a dozen years ago. The real Prince of Zhennan was still alive, he had not yet avenged himself, and he could not wallow in this world.

And besides seeking revenge, there is someone else waiting for him, hoping he will wake up.

Feng Jinnian suddenly threw away the knife in his hand, waking up from this illusion.

As soon as Feng Jinnian opened his eyes, Chu Yun's anxious face came into view. She was holding a towel and bending over. When she saw that he was awake, her eyes lit up with joy.

"You finally woke up."

Feng Jinnian heard extreme surprise in her voice. His throat was sore and dry, and he couldn't respond immediately because Chu Yun was bent over and the two were very close. Feng Jinnian smelled the peony fragrance that made him feel at ease.

He felt the discomfort in his throat had subsided somewhat, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Chu Yun slowly straighten up.

Feng Jinnian thought she was about to leave, so he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Chu Yun's sleeve.

Chu Yun looked at him with some confusion, her clear black and white eyes filled with astonishment. She tried to ask, "Does Your Highness have any instructions?"